Dec 1, 2017
Staring grimly, the proud runner Achilles answered,
"Beg no more, you fawning dog--begging me by my parents!
Would to god my rage, my fury would drive me now
to hack your flesh away and eat you raw--
such agonies you have caused me! Ransom?
No man alive could keep the dog-packs off you,
not if they haul in ten, twenty times that ransom
and pile it here before me and promise fortunes more--
no, not even if Dardan Priam should offer to weigh out
your bulk in gold! Not even then will your noble mother
lay you on your deathbed, mourn the son she bore...
The dogs and birds will rend you--blood and bone!"